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[Intro: Joey Bada$$] Yeah Uh, huh Ain't know my mind [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Nigga life end if he starting with me My niggas still going hard in these streets Triple six nigga, the mark of the beast I unlocked my potential, I’m feeling unleashed (Sheesh) I put that bitch on a leash (Leash) Hit 'em all 'til they deceased (Deceased) No let mercy on my enemy (Enemy) Know I make it by any means (By any means) Know I won’t fall I ain't coppin' no cleats (Cleats) Pull my dick out and she drop on her knees (Knees) Power P, he goin' dumb on the beat (Beat) I do not know who they want me to be [Chorus: Joey Bada$$] All of my chains and I'm feeling so free I tried to tell 'em, I've been an OG (Yeah, yeah) Tell me what they really know about me I don't think they really know anything Now you done fucked up, you woke up the beast Everywhere I go, we force Bentley’s We gon’ run down and they forced to retreat (Yeah) Every last one of my niggas gon' eat [Verse 2: Issa Gold] She tryna fuck, make her knock her knees Can’t hear you talk, I speak Guap-anese Rapping to work, I'ma cop a key Smoke out the V, tryna dodge police Nigga been stuck in his ways Bill Belichick, how I'm calling out plays Causing a wreck, hope I don't catch a case Watch how you step or my niggas will spray G-Macking, keep the heat up packing (Huh?) C-statik, keep the reach slumming (Uh, huh) Squeeze-matic, see a team napping (Uh, huh) Wreak havoc, none of my niggas capping, that’s a fact Nigga been lit, I've been knocking out hoes Rolling this zip, I'ma blow me a zone Toolie is playing, you got to go Don't fuck with niggas, just leave me alone [Chorus: Joey Bada$$] All of my chains and I'm feeling so free I tried to tell 'em, I've been an OG (Yeah, yeah) Tell me what they really know about me I don't think they really know anything (Woo, woo) Now you done fucked up, you woke up the beast Everywhere I go, we force Bentley's We gon' run down and they forced to retreat (Yeah) Every last one of my niggas gon' eat [Verse 3: Erick The Architect] I'ma need more than a twenty at least Grew from the slums, now we repping the Beast (Woo) She got the cake, so I'm taking a piece Made no mistake, I can play but not preach Woke up a G, I put teams in the gang Blessing the Karma, to build up my name Blood on the rival, enduring the pain All white huaraches in Europe, they train us Too many rappers and not enough painters Frida or Dali , my palette like monet No one can stop me, I'm too stubborn to her Only get down when I'm stuck in the groove Wipe myself down and I'm busting a move Gold is evident, ice on the tooth In the meantime, I got nothing to prove Ridin a hoopty with nothing to lose (Errt, Errt) [Outro: Erick The Architect] Lose (Errt, Errt) Lose (Errt, Errt)
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